City

Constant Noise.
Constant beats.
Constant walking,
on city streets.
 
Never that dark.
lights light up the sky.
Never walk in the park.
Late at night.
 
Carts of food,
at every corner.
Venders drool,
for their next quarter.
 
One in the morning,
you still get some smiles.
One in the morning,
Don't trust those eyes.
 
Does a city truly sleep?
As busy as it seems.
Even rodents creep.
Hyped up on caffeine.
 
Would I survive at a slower pace?
 
Could I stand a slower race?
 
A choice of fast or slow,
is presented to me.
I'll go with the flow,
see what I can see.
 
If the time should occur,
And I should hit that wall.
City here I come,
that is where I started after all.